Feel free to give this one a share! It’s a really beautiful story. It could bring a tear to your eye. Every Saturday, Grandpa and I walked to the nursing home a few blocks away from our house.
Mom didn’t like it because I would skip playing with my friends so I could be with Grandpa even on a Saturday. We went to visit many of the old and sick people who lived there because they couldn’t take care of themselves anymore.
“Whoever visits the sick gives them life,” Grandpa always said. First we visited Mrs. Sokol. I called her “The Cook.” She liked to talk about the time when she was a well-known cook back in Russia. People would come from miles around, just to taste her famous chicken soup.Read the full article here ▶